I go out at night. I drink, I dance, I speak to people, I have to film this moment because I feel that I might find something I look for a long time in the footage. I record. I don’t carry my Canon with me but luckily it’s 2013 and I have an iPhone. It is so dark and the camera is crappy and I barely see what I’m filming. At home I treat the footage and details are slowly coming back. I discover some beautiful moments. I recall some ugly moments. I don’t find the two men I am looking for but I know that if I continue filming I will.

This is a collection of nocturnal moments full of hope in finding a specific memory that got lost.